In loss and welter
In loss and welter
Ignorant of consequence
Victims of betrayal
There were rows of dreams
Laid out to dry
Hungover
Like old-timers trying to sleep
Whilst draped across clotheslines
Passed through drainpipes
On either side of cat alleys
Barely were they left standing
Than their legs were cut out from under
Hustled by bureaucrats
Who were never left without
A message to deliver
Or a leg to stand upon
Trying to massage figures
That were never meant to be believed
But were an aid to holy rollers
Preaching the gospel
According to Adam Smith
Middles-class thinkers
With a backlog of student loans
Finding new ways
To believe they had made the right decisions
Whilst stoking division
With newspeak
Heartless rhetoric
Bends the rules
There are no homeless people
Choices are freely made
To bypass the flytraps
Maggot driven bully boys
Flophouse hierarchy,
Streetlife anarchy
Is a nighty exercise
In self-government
Laughing mobs crowd the Mall
For celebrations
When nothing good has ever come
Of letting go
The purse strings were cut long ago
Little kids were deported
For less than the price
Of eggs
The best part of a generation
Left to rot
Cattle feed and fertilizer
Have a roof over their heads
Nevermore were eyes averted
Than when it mattered
Every one of those who passed
Were defined as heroes
By the faint of heart
Who fight a running battle
With the truth
Have drinks parties in the rain
They are called working lunches
Oh America as in England
Where did the real truth go
If ever there was one to watch
It is the one who gets away
With murder
Enlightenment was extinguished
Sniffed out as easy as a candle
We the people stumble in the dark
The gates are locked at dusk
In the public park
Where they hide the bodies
Buried in quick lime
To preserve the credibility
Of a shared space
The dream is over
Which in its own way
Is recognition that once upon a time
In another world
Where there was meaning in equality
Of opportunity
Dreams were a premonition
Of the future.